Anyhow, I got to the waterloo station on foot because the tube wasn't running at the time. The walk was about an hour, my ticket says I should be arriving to Paris at 9.
---From written journal
I just walked out of the train station, boy is Paris a real shit hole. And it's raining. As I'm walking away from the train station, I'm looking at human feces, or should I say "baby mice" just lying in the middle of the sidewalk, amazing no? "Danger de Mort!" I think that means if I touch it I die. Wait! Here comes someone, I’ll ask for directions.
---From tape recorder
So I found my way to the lizard kings tomb... and I must admit I’m a wee bit disappointed, but by no means am I referring to the trip. So far, this has been the most exciting part. I’ve only been in Paris for a little over 2 hours and already, I want to live here. Everything is so old and falling apart, it's a dump! I love it, it's my dump! Anyhow, I’m disappointed that Mr. Morrison has a regular looking tombstone, wasn't his head supposed to be here along side of gratified walls and a coven of vampires surrounding it? By the way, I’m listening to M83. French band in the French land! How appropriate.
---From tape recorder
I just got kicked out of Le Cimetière du Père Lachaise because there’s a storm apparently approaching, I wanted to take more photographs but oh well, guess I’ll have to come back next year.
Anyway, I met an older gentleman named Jacques. He volunteered to show me around the cemetery. He showed me many great sites, but mostly talked about communism and how Americans should assume control to over through their government. I told him I expect another civil war soon. He disagreed and said that, “the swine’s are comfortable in their contentment. They don’t know the sense of revolt.” I believe he’s correct.
But enough, the chapels are breathtaking; this has to be one of the most beautiful cemeteries in the world. I sincerely doubt I’ll ever get married but if I do, I want to get hitched in Paris. Maybe even have a quickie on one of the trees. Anyway, I'm getting back on the metro. it's raining really hard now and i sitll need to find the Eiffel tower.
Oh, Most of the graves he showed me were that of dead communists.
---From Tape Recorder
it's about four in the afternoon now and the strom is out of hand! it's fucking freezing! it's great! i found the Eiffel Tower, 2 hours behind schedule though. When i got back to the train station, one of the attendents decided it wound be funny to send me the wrong way on the metro, the bloody wanker. so i ended up on the outskirts on Paris in a little town with a lake surrounded by green fields and tiny houses made out of stone. it was a glorious site, maybe i should thank him?
Cutting to the chase, I just saw La Cinémathèque Française and pretending I was in the dreamers, minus the rain, that's the original part. I think I’m going back to London though, my feet are getting numb. I've been walking in the rain since 9:30 am.
